Jiang Feng is outstanding in terms of temperament, appearance, or figure. He wears street stalls on weekdays, but this time he immediately becomes different when wearing a brand-name suit.

Gong Yingxue stood there, as if she was crazy about her eyes, and she didn't look away for a long time.

"It's very good?" Jiang Feng walked to Gong Yingxue, a little surprised.

"Of course it looks good, and I don't see who it is." Gong Yingxue immediately hugged Jiang Feng's arm tightly, as if she was afraid that she would be snatched away.

After buying the clothes, Jiang Feng and Gong Yingxue went to other places and bought a series of things.

By the time the last item was bought, it was already dark.

The two got in the car and planned to go home. Before the car could drive out a street, they rushed towards a black Maybach with several luxury cars of the same grade.

"I didn't have my eyes on my way out today? Why did I drive?" As I spoke, the car door opened, a strong white man stepped over, and the other car doors opened, and a group of people also surrounded him.

"What's going on?" Gong Yingxue was a little nervous.

Jiang Feng gently patted her shoulder: "It's okay, I'll deal with it."

As he said that, he got out of the car and stood before the white man and his men.

Warrior?

Jiang Feng immediately felt the other party's identity. The other party's group of people were all powerful warriors.

In fact, when he was shopping with Gong Yingxue today, he had already realized that there were many warriors in Zhongyuan City. It was obvious that the World Warrior Conference was about to begin, and major warrior forces around the world had already begun to enter the venue in advance.

"You don't have eyes? Why are you driving? How dare you go against the road in front of us? What are you? Kneel down and apologize." The strong white man shouted angrily and roared at Jiang Feng.

The other strong men of all kinds all laughed and spoke, and the pairs of sarcastic and contemptuous eyes were intertwined and condensed on Jiang Feng.

"This woman is good. If you hand over this woman, we can spare you." A strong black man said with a cruel smile on his lips.

They had long heard that these foreigners came to the country as a privileged clan, and even if they hit and killed someone here, there would be nothing wrong.

Besides, behind them is Wang Shaojun, the eldest son of the wealthy Wang family of the imperial capital. He remembers it in one second to provide you with wonderful novel reading on his mobile phone.

If there is a young master of the Wang family in the imperial capital, a foreigner, or a powerful warrior, wouldn't they walk sideways in the Central Plains?

"You say it again?" Jiang Feng pretended not to hear it and asked again.

"You have a good ear of a donkey? I said I would like to hand over this beautiful woman so that we can spare you." The strong black man snorted coldly and shouted angrily. However, before he could finish his words, a crisp sound exploded from his face.

Then, the strong black man fell to the ground.

"How dare you attack us? Do you know that our identity is a warrior? Let's kill this indifferent boy together." The strong white man snorted coldly, his palm fell, and more than a dozen younger brothers rushed up behind him.

They even fantasized about knocking Jiang Feng over to the ground, tied up Gong Yingxue and threw it on their bed.

But the more beautiful the fantasy is, the more cruel the reality is.

Bang!

Before the first strong white man rushed up, Jiang Feng's fist was swung and hit Jiang Feng hard on his face, Jiang Feng pressed his finger on his forehead.

The strong white man collapsed on the ground and lost his combat power.

It was not over yet. While the white strong man fell down, a yellow man holding a baseball bat rushed to Jiang Feng and raised his hand and gave a stick.

Thorn!

As a result, the stick hit Jiang Feng's head. Jiang Feng's head was fine, but the wooden stick was split directly from it. The yellow-spring uncle broke his mouth and felt in pain.

The third one.

The seventh one.

The fifteenth.

In a blink of an eye, Jiang Feng was like a god, lightly knocking the master brought by the strong white man to the ground.

"Okay, very good, Nais, I'll call Mr. Wang now. When Mr. Wang comes, I'll see how you die!" The strong white man took out his cell phone, dialed out the phone, and said viciously.

In his heart, it seemed as if Young Master Wang had arrived, and Jiang Feng would definitely die, as if Jiang Feng would kneel in front of him and beg for mercy later.

But can the truth be as he wishes?
Chapter completed!